"I'm glad, anyway," concluded the child. "I never thought we left him

enough to eat."

Her mother said: "I shall tell you only truths after this. You are old

enough to understand reason, now, and to reason a little yourself."

"I do.... But I am not yet perfectly sure where babies come from. You

said you would tell me that some day. I'd really like to know,

mamma."

Her mother continued to sew for a while, then, passing the needle

through the hem she looked down at her daughter.

"Have you formed any opinion of your own?"

"Yes," said the child honestly.

"Then I'd better tell you the truth," said her mother tranquilly,

"because the truth is very wonderful and beautiful--and interesting."

So she related to the child, very simply and clearly all that need be

told concerning the mystery of life in its beginnings; and Athalie

listened, enchanted.

And mostly it thrilled the child to realise that in her, too, lay

latent a capability for the creation of life.

* * * * *

Another hour with her mother she remembered in after years.

Mrs. Greensleeve had not been as well: the doctor came oftener.

Frequently Athalie returning from school discovered her mother lying

on the bed. That evening the child was sitting on the floor at her

mother's feet as usual, just inside the circle of lamplight, playing

solitaire with an ancient pack of cards.

Presently something near the door attracted her attention and she

lifted her head and sat looking at it, mildly interested, until,

suddenly, she felt her mother's eyes on her, flushed hotly, and turned

her head away.

"What were you looking at?" asked her mother in a low voice.

"Nothing, mamma."

"Athalie!"

"What, mamma?"

"What were you looking at?"

The child hung her head: "Nothing--" she began; but her mother checked

her: "Don't lie, Athalie. I'll try to understand you. Now tell me what

you were--what you thought you were looking at over there near the

door."

The child turned and glanced back at the door over her shoulder.

"There is nothing there--now," she muttered.

"Was there anything?"

Athalie sat silent for a while, then she laid her clasped hands across

her mother's knees and rested her cheek on them.

"There was a woman there," she said.

"Where?"

"Over by the door."

"You saw her, Athalie?"

"Yes, mamma."

"Did she open the door and come in and then close it behind her?"




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